Uprise.

And the people kneeled. 
They prayed.
And sobbed. 
And they listened to the man in the mirror singing in the rain above.
As he chanted, they followed, 
As he cried, they cheered him on.
And he looked straight at them.
'I see you' he said without a word.
'I am you', he said. 
'I am you.'
'A change is gonna come' he said. 
'A change is gonna come.'

And the people marched on.
They walked with gusto. 
They held their signs high.
Some were old and tired, 
Some were teens.
One five year old marched on. A sign for hope?
An education, for a change.

And the people laughed.
And cried.
And nodded.
And they held their fists high.
Their masks covering their mouths, 
Uncovering the bond in their eyes, a bond they rarely know.

And the drones above were reminding the people, 
that they were watched. 
That there is an OTHER to this beauty.
There is an other to the SELF. 

But the people didn't mind that, they had their signs. They had their feet. They had their honks. They had their songs. They had each other. They had their voices. And they used them. They had their cardboard boxes. And they painted them. They had their hearts. And they opened them.

Hollywood boulevard, June 7, 2020.   A day to remember, one of many.

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